Brenda Fawn was the most beautiful girl I knew. She was a class ahead of me at school and to me she was perfection.
That she was older than me meant she would never have looked my way and why would she when she attracted so much attention from the older boys.
She played tennis at the same club as me and I’d see her there on weekends in her tennis skirt showing off her beautifully made legs all sun tanned and powerful.
My undying love for her was from a distance, the only touching was with myself.